I read a post the other day on yearofkindness, a blog I’ve recently discovered. Cat, the writer of the blog, has made it her goal to practise an act of kindness every day for a year. Anyway, in this post she realises that an important part of being kind is also being kind to yourself. It made me think of this quote (which I think is from Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way:
‘Treat yourself like a precious object.’
I think I love this quote so much because it’s something I so need to do, and often don’t. If you read my previous posts, you will notice my recurring observations (okay, whinges) about my day to day life on the block without electricity, running water, or bathroom facilities. The thing is, there’s one reason and one reason only that I’m in this situation. It’s because I chose it. You see, I could quite easily rent a proper house and have electricity and water on tap, or I could just give up on the build and not put myself through the stress. But I love my block and don’t feel right when I’m away from it. And there is no way I’m giving up now having come this far. However, I suspect there is another factor, and that is that my habitual approach to life is just to make things really, really hard for myself.
Back in my hippie days, I remember getting my numerology chart done. As it turned out my chart has an unusual feature called isolated sevens, which was interpreted to me as: I tend to do things the exceptionally hard way. This news came as little surprise to me. My parents struggled terribly through their own lives. They taught their children the fine art of struggling. And I have been a gold-medallist champion struggler for as long as I can remember. I never seem to allow myself quite enough time, money, love, or freedom to get through a task, project, or my life. Underlying my actions and my attitudes seems to be a sense that I am not worth those things, or that those things are not for people like me, or that one day I might have those things but for now I have to do it hard.
You know what? This strategy sucks! So today I am going to put a big sign up on my wall at home (and maybe at work too, what the hell). I think you can guess what it’ll say.